Knock On the Door
a knock on the door
do not answer that I yell
they will get me next.
my husband’s macho.
But since it is two a.m.
he listens to me.
We need your phone
Two strangers yell through the door.
We called the police.
Before the officer arrives
the strangers call up their girlfriends
Sit on our lawn furniture, make themselves comfortable.
We figure out they are inebriated
And thought they were on a country road
When it was just the lane to our driveway.
The officer who arrives looks eighteen.
I send my husband out to make sure he is safe.
Something still feels weird.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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